"Oh, this… um…" Hagrid hesitated, reluctant to discuss it, especially with Dudley asking. But seeing Harry's expectant gaze, he couldn't refuse.
"Alright, these things shouldn't come from me, but since you want to know, I'll tell you," Hagrid said, pondering briefly before starting.
As Hagrid recounted the story, Dudley pieced together the events. Though many mysteries lingered, he grasped the general situation.
"Lord Voldemort killed Harry's entire family but failed when he tried to kill Harry, leaving only that scar on his forehead…" Dudley's gaze sharpened, fixing on the lightning-shaped scar.
"No wonder I felt an aura of evil and madness when I touched Harry's scar. It must be from Lord Voldemort. But what kind of magic spell could leave such a lasting impact, retaining a strong evil aura after over ten years…" Dudley couldn't fully assess it, lacking sufficient knowledge of magic and its rules.
"In short, Harry, you're famous in our world. You're The Boy Who Lived. Your name echoes through the wizarding world. From birth, it was recorded in Hogwarts' Book of Admittance. You'll learn magic there and become a great wizard," Hagrid said, wiping tears and snot, pulling Harry close excitedly.
"Can I… really?" Harry asked doubtfully.
"Yes, you definitely can," Hagrid said loudly.
"Um, what happened to Lord Voldemort in the end?" Dudley interrupted the touching moment.
Hagrid shivered at the name, shooting Dudley a displeased look. "He disappeared. No one knows if he's dead or alive. Many think he's dead, but I don't believe he'd die so easily. He's barely human anymore—questionable if he still counts as one. Also, we call him You-Know-Who. Out there, don't use his name."
"Not daring to say his name shows you still fear him, even if he's gone," Dudley sneered.
"Oh, I won't comment on your ignorance. I hope you stay so confident after learning his deeds," Hagrid said coldly.
Dudley stayed silent. Lord Voldemort wasn't like the True Gods of that bizarre world, where naming them invited punishment. But Voldemort likely wasn't that extreme. Still, there could be occult reasons, like causality—saying his name might alert him. If so, caution was wise. Dudley didn't want to attract a reckless Dark Lord's attention, especially while his strength was unrecovered.
Vernon and Petunia paled, especially learning a Dark Lord had hunted Harry's family. Dudley noticed their expressions, feeling displeased. The wizarding world, knowing Harry was targeted, sent him to their home without explanation, exposing Dudley's family to Voldemort's minions. If fanatical followers pursued Harry, the Dursleys could become collateral damage. Even with protection, mistakes could happen.
This realization soured Dudley's view of the wizarding world. Taking a deep breath to suppress his frustration, he sent his parents upstairs to rest.
Leaving Harry and Hagrid to catch up, Dudley returned to his bedroom. The night passed.
The next morning, Dudley found Hagrid asleep on the living room floor, while Harry was up, preparing breakfast, visibly cheerful.
"Morning," Dudley greeted.
"Morning," Harry replied.
"Hagrid said he's taking us to buy school supplies today. Did he mention what currency we'll need?" Dudley asked, suspecting the wizarding world used different money.
"He didn't say, but…" Harry looked nervous.
"Don't worry. I'll cover your share if needed," Dudley offered.
"Thank you," Harry said quickly. He'd worried all night about Vernon refusing to pay. Dudley had truly changed.
"But I doubt you'll need my help," Dudley chuckled.
"Why?" Harry asked, confused.
"From what Hagrid said, your parents were outstanding in the wizarding world. People like that likely left an inheritance," Dudley explained.
"Is that so?" Harry said, stunned, not having considered it.
"We'll find out," Dudley said casually.
The morning passed quickly. At noon, a roar startled the house.
"Oh, my goodness, I overslept!" Hagrid exclaimed, annoyed. He had much to do and had slept till noon.
"I thought you needed rest, so we didn't wake you," Dudley and Harry said, exchanging a glance.
"Damn it, we must hurry! Come with me!" Hagrid, with no time to waste, pulled them outside, placed them on his enormous motorcycle's back seat, and sped out of the yard—on the ground this time.
"Oh, my God, where are you taking my son? Stop!" Vernon and Petunia, hearing the noise, rushed out, but the trio was gone.
"Vernon, quick, follow them!" Petunia shouted.
Without hesitation, they jumped into their car and pursued.
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